I've just stumbled upon this amazing pop-art image by Sydney based illustrator Jefferton James.
While the details of the story have blurred since reading the book a couple of years ago, I remember the incredible restraint between the artist and the housemaid. Yet every brushstroke by Vermeer is steeped in broody, lusty subtext.
I think that it's going to have join the pile of books to read this summer.
